The Works of William Shakespeare: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night. The winter's taleWhittaker & Company, 1842 |
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... Touch . Mistress , you must come away to your father . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Touch . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for you . Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of a certain knight , that swore ...
... Touch . Mistress , you must come away to your father . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Touch . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for you . Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of a certain knight , that swore ...
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... Touch . Stand you both forth now : stroke your chins , and swear by your beards that I am a knave . Cel . By our beards , if we had them , thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were ; but if you swear by that that is ...
... Touch . Stand you both forth now : stroke your chins , and swear by your beards that I am a knave . Cel . By our beards , if we had them , thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were ; but if you swear by that that is ...
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... Touch . Or as the destinies decree . Cel . Well said : that was laid on with a trowel . Touch . Nay , if I keep not my rank , - Ros . Thou losest thy old smell . Le Beau . You amaze me , ladies : I would have told you of good wrestling ...
... Touch . Or as the destinies decree . Cel . Well said : that was laid on with a trowel . Touch . Nay , if I keep not my rank , - Ros . Thou losest thy old smell . Le Beau . You amaze me , ladies : I would have told you of good wrestling ...
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... Touch . But what is the sport , monsieur , that the ladies have lost ? Le Beau . Why , this that I speak of . Touch . Thus men may grow wiser every day ! it is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies . Cel ...
... Touch . But what is the sport , monsieur , that the ladies have lost ? Le Beau . Why , this that I speak of . Touch . Thus men may grow wiser every day ! it is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies . Cel ...
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... Touch . For my part , I had rather bear with you , than bear you : yet I should bear no cross , if I did bear you , for , I think , you have no money in your purse . Ros . Well , this is the forest of Arden . Touch . Ay , now am I in ...
... Touch . For my part , I had rather bear with you , than bear you : yet I should bear no cross , if I did bear you , for , I think , you have no money in your purse . Ros . Well , this is the forest of Arden . Touch . Ay , now am I in ...
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Page 27 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 45 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh,...
Page 325 - IF music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ; — it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Page 44 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Page 488 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Page 354 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Page 199 - What is she, but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? — I am asham'd, that women are so simple To offer war, where they should kneel for peace ; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.